"I'm murderin' meself to fill your pockuts.

Slate ut for a bad catch.

The Portugee has bate me." Whack came another dory alongside, and more fish shot into the pen.
"Two hundred and three.

Let's look at the passenger!" The speaker was even larger than the Galway man, and his face was made curious by a purple cut running slantways from his left eye to the right corner of his mouth.
Not knowing what else to do, Harvey swabbed each dory as it came down, pulled out the foot-boards, and laid them in the bottom of the boat.
"He's caught on good," said the scarred man, who was Tom Platt, watching him critically.

"There are two ways o' doin' everything.